Krayev Bratva

I'm a rule-follower. A good girl. He's an arrogant billionaire who only listens to himself. I would never… right? Until Kovan burst into my ER with a boy bleeding out in his arms. I didn't know who he was. I only knew that the child would die if I didn't do something. So I did what I do. But that was just the beginning. Because the boy is Kovan's nephew. And Kovan needs custody. His solution? Me. He wants me to pretend to be his girlfriend in front of the courts. That means thirty days of living in his house. Thirty days raising his nephew like he's ours.

I'm pregnant. My mother is dying. And the man I love—the man who ruined me—refuses to let me go. Luka is unraveling, angry at the world for losing everyone he's ever loved. The social worker is circling, ready to rip him out of our home. And Ihor Makhova—Kovan's oldest enemy—has discovered my name. There are moments—quiet breakfasts, lullabies whispered to Luka, Kovan's hand steadying me when the baby kicks—that make me believe we could be a family. And then the bullets fly, the secrets explode, and I see the blood on Kovan's hands.